This guy's chickens kept getting targeted by hawks, so he started feeding local crows. Now he has an army of crows that patrols his property and chases the hawks away.
“Existe uma empresa chamada Google. No futuro, as pessoas vão pesquisar qualquer coisa pela internet.”
Shaquille O’Neal ouviu essa frase em um hotel no ano de 1999.
Na época, o Google ainda era uma startup pequena e quase ninguém conhecia a empresa.
E sabe o que o Shaq fez? Acreditou!
Quando apresentaram o negócio e explicaram o potencial, Shaq decidiu investir cerca de US$ 250 mil em ações.
Nos anos seguintes, entre 2000 e 2004, o Google teve uma ascensão meteórica e abriu capital na bolsa.
Ele frequentemente brinca que “esqueceu” do investimento. Em uma entrevista, disse: “Eu vi no jornal quanto a empresa estava valendo e pensei: ‘Espera aí, eu tenho ações disso aí!’”
Nos anos seguintes, Shaq vendeu as ações em diferentes momentos, e estima-se que tenha lucrado entre US$ 16 milhões e US$ 40 milhões.
Se Shaq tivesse mantido 100% das suas ações de 1999 até hoje, o valor passaria facilmente de US$ 1 bilhão.
Mas foi com o dinheiro do Google que ele começou a comprar centenas de franquias (Five Guys, Krispy Kreme etc.), que hoje formam a base sólida da sua fortuna de US$ 500 milhões.
Ele diz que se arrependeu de vender as ações muito cedo, mas que isso serviu de aprendizado.
“Eu gostaria de ter comprado mais e gostaria de não ter vendido nada.”
Hoje em dia, ele tem ligação com empresas como Apple, Amazon e Reebok, além de possuir direitos de imagem de Marilyn Monroe, Elvis Presley e Muhammad Ali.
Um verdadeiro homem de negócios!
When you cook a kilo of ground beef in the pan, and the fat renders out and pools around the meat in a shining golden puddle.
Stir it back in.
Do not drain it. Do not tip it into the sink. Do not blot it with a piece of kitchen roll as though you have caught the meat doing something shameful.
That puddle is the nutrition.
"But it's greasy."
Yes. That is the point. That is the bit your body has been asking for all afternoon. The fat carries the fat-soluble vitamins, A, D, E, and K2, out of the animal and into you. It carries the calories that keep you full until tomorrow. It carries the satiety signal that stops you opening the cupboard at nine o'clock looking for something to finish the evening.
Drain it, and you are left with lean protein, which is an incomplete food. It is the half of the animal the spreadsheet approves of. It is not the half that feeds you.
The modern instinct is to drain, because we have been taught for sixty years that fat is the enemy. The ancestral instinct is to preserve every last drop of the stuff, because fat was survival, and any woman who threw rendered beef fat down the sink in 1920 would have been talked about in the village for a week.
Your great-grandmother cooked in the fat, served in the fat, and poured the leftover drippings into a bowl on the cold shelf to fry tomorrow's eggs in.
You are pouring it down the sink and wondering why you are hungry again at three.
Stir it back in. She was right the first time.
There's so much psychologically to pull from this. You can start by mixing with
"to stop digging his tunnel"
"he's always really happy when he comes back from digging"
"but I was talking to a friend about him"
"but she told me he might be going crazy"
-Keep people out of it who refuse context and don't understand men's missions/callings.